ZHYDOUS JOAQUINE HERNANDEZ

I was only drinking tequila by myself at the time. After we resolved all of my problems with my pals, Dad sent them home. But it's weird I can't taste the bitterness I tasted when I first shot, possibly because I'm inebriated or simply sick of the flavor of wine. “Zhyd?” The absence had left me speechless. I didn't look at Dad because I knew what he would say would make me weep. I'm sure Mommy had already informed her about the situation. I'm an i***t because I don't consider the outcome of events. "I understand how difficult it is to forget everything, son. You're tired, too, so get some rest first." I'm fatigued and exhausted, like my father predicted. I didn't give up easy, and being weak was not in my language, yet during those times, I lost all of my power. I'm not sure why. "I apologize, Dad. I grew weak and immediately gave up; I did not become bold, but rather an i***t. Dad, please forgive me." My tears fell down my father's chest at that same time. Yes, I was inebriated, but I was aware of the situation. I was in pain, battling it out, and sobbing. It's up to me to take responsibility for ourfirm's losses. It is also my fault that my friendship with my friends has broken down. And, once again, it is I who am to blame for Grandma's disappearance. I take full responsibility for all that has happened. With love, I grew enraged. The women's appearances had blinded me. I turned into a jerk. “Don't worry son, everything will be fine.” From Daddy, that was all I got. ***** When I awoke, I was lying on my lovely bed in my bedroom. My breakfast had been prepared. Near my cabinet, there are also clothes hanging. "Are you awake yet, son? We'll go to your Grandma's grave after you eat and take a wash." It's been two days since Grandma was laid to rest. Those incidents are still fresh in my mind. "Eat right now, Zhyd. What are your current thoughts? "Mom was also in attendance. It took me an hour because I didn't have any hunger. After that, I had a bath and changed into my ready-to-wear clothes. White long sleeves, black pants, and leather shoes, as usual. When I wear it, Dad enjoys it. He always compliments me on my appearance when I'm wearing it. I didn't want him to become enraged, so I had no choice but to do what he wanted. "Rest in Paradise. Hernandez, Zhyneria Jovilla Zablan" Grandma's tombstone was read by Dad. Lola's name is lovely, and it's possible that her initial name, 'Zhy,' and later 'J,' came from her. “Did you know, Zhyd, that you and your sister's name is derived from your Grandmother's name?” In relation to that. Is that question still being asked, Dad? Zhyandro Jacques Hernandez, his name is likewise yours. Maybe he was waiting for me to respond, so I just nodded. "When you know Zhyd is upset, show up and scare him. Don't try to stop Mom from making fun of Zhyd." Dad made a threat to me. I simply shrugged. There will be no one to be terrified of there. I'd even want Lola to appear so I could speak what I'm thinking and apologize to her. "Let's talk about Zhyd, too. In front of Mom, so she is aware of your current situation." Is that Dad's oa in front of Grandma's grave? Wtf. It's humiliating for him to be aware of this. "It's all right; he's dead and can't hear. The only thing that matters is that we can tell him about your predicament here." Is he able to read my thoughts? Even if Lola doesn't exist anymore, Dad has a point, and what else can I be embarrassed of? I'm not sure where to begin, but I imagine that if I get into too much detail, I'll have a hard time. So I guess I'd better keep going. "I'm sorry, Dad, for not considering the outcome of things. All the money you provided me was gone when I was having fun with women. We became addicted to vice as a result of my addiction to them, and our business was devastated and bankrupt. Please forgive me if I failed to do my job as an engineer. That was the last Sem case, and due to unforeseen circumstances, I was unable to complete it. Please accept my apologies, Dad." I continued to speak. I want to speak everything, straight up and down, with no detours. "I know what you're going through, son. No parent wanted to inflict pain on his child. No parent wants to deny his or her child a happy existence. I requested a large sum of money since I believe it will make our family happy. This is the outcome of the case. I don't hold you responsible for what occurred. There is no one to blame " I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. "Love the woman as much as she loves you, son. When you love someone in a manner that only you understand, it's unjust. Yes, it's fine to love, but don't overdo it. Don't let yourself become fatigued; save yourself. You will be hurt over and over again. What will you do if your Mommy isn't with us? Is that you, Sister? You have no one else but yourself to cling to." I wanted Dad to stop talking, but my ears still wanted to hear that I have my Father's wisdom. "Son, even if you don't become an engineer, even if our company fails, you will always remember how proud I am of you and how much I love you." He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. My tears were brushed away by him. For Daddy, seeing me cry in front of him was humiliating. We chatted about Dad's youth for a few minutes. He told a hilarious story because he didn't want to see me sad. It's already 5 p.m. when we arrived from home.